Thanks to those of you who contributed money for the wife's birthday dinner last night. I basically fed most of my family, and tipped well enough to make the waitresses' day.
The wife and I split Cannelloni and Manicotti and Raviolis. They use lots of veal, and it was fantastic. Some of the best Italian food we've ever had, and not terribly expensive. My youngest Marine was able to come, my sis, my parents, and the two brats, loaded with appetite, and the bill didn't break the bank. I have $4 left, and have been passing some wonderful stools.
The wife and I came home and had a Fart War, until we agreed to a mutual armistice, and to stay in our separate bathrooms and light matches with the fan on. My own farts were burning my eyes, and that underwear will be traumatized for life. I swear, we were both exhaling brown clouds out of our mouths, and when I brushed my teeth, well, just 'whoo boy'.
She got the new Coulter book, of course, and some foo foo stuff like a robe and slippers. But most of all, she had a happy glow on her face, which has been sadly lacking, lately. Our 17th anniversary is this week, and you know what? I feel like we're truly comfortable around each other for the first time. I mean comfortable enough to be silly and act retarded, or to fight about something and not get all freaked out, just kiss and make up.
How many young marrieds waste that by divorcing in the first few years? I'm really starting to pay attention to oldsters who have been married for fifty years and such, to see how they did it.
The wife is a keeper, and I wanna make sure I am worthy of her investment in me.